Too shy to approach me out of fear
Maybe he thinks I am not accessible
He dreams of kissing me upon my forehead
As I wait in suspense for him
To make himself known to me
I would accept his kiss and listen
His plans to build my house for me
Already formed in his mind
Bales of straw and a candle would do
The other ingredients would be added
As time went along sweetly
I would sing to him although I cannot carry a tune
Maybe he would play the soft drum beat
Using sticks upon the straw
And we would be in awe
Driving the banshees away
~Moses~
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